Don’t Chase Time

I haven’t put up a post on here in a while, well in a little over a month. But I have been writing short pieces and putting them up on social media. I started these little thrust pieces where I’d dwell on one theme during a particular period.

Lately, I’ve been writing short pieces on chasing love and time. These pieces have been figments of my imagination but so many people have been relating with them. That has to be one of the good things about writing, the fact that you can create an alternate story and still find a place for your phantasms in the real world.

I also have a couple of incomplete drafts in my folder about stories I’d been wanting to put up. I have an almost finished article on happiness and why we should all do the things that make us happy irrespective of consensus opinion, but that post will come up some other day. Maybe, I’d post that during the end of the year when people get into really sober reflective moods as they measure their progress for the year. I’d also begun a post that was to act as a follow up to this post where I chronicled my intentions to start fighting for things. My efforts have been laughable thus far so I’m waiting to get sufficient sample size before I write down my conclusions.

However, today I want to talk about something different and I will make this piece short (circa 500 words) because I haven’t ruminated on this piece for a long time like the others. I just literally opened my Mac and started typing and so far I haven’t had a break.

I love football, I love watching Arsenal play, and whenever we score, you can bet my roars will bring the whole house down. Now, if I get that excited when we win, imagine what I’d look like when we lose (and recently, we’d been losing a lot before the new coach came in). Don’t imagine anymore, I’ll tell you for free. I can be an emotional wreck when we lose, taking out my frustration on whoever comes next.

One time, I had a friend who swore never to talk to me any time Arsenal lost, I didn’t think it was such a big deal until I started one of those my routine introspections and I figured I needed to get a better hang on my emotions especially when it has to do with things I’m passionate about like people, Christ, football, technology, strategy, etc.

I have realized that at the forefront of our quest as individuals for “better” is time. We always slip into the subconscious realm where all we are told is that there is no time, so you rush into decisions and actions because you are trying to beat time. I’d since come to learn that if you can control your reaction to time, you can almost control all the other facets of your life. You are not running out of time, no one is chasing you and that’s what I want you to learn from this short post today.

Stay True!

Miracle Roch.

Don’t Remind Me

Don’t put pressure on me.
I put enough on myself already.

Don’t remind me of my age,
I know I’m 21. I mean, it’s the first thing I realise every morning.

I know I’m supposed to have started that conglomerate now. So don’t remind me of my mid-level white collar job.
Don’t make fun of my insistence to climb through the ranks.

I don’t want fast money, but I still want to be rich. Don’t mock me and say “stay there”.

I know I use a low end android phone. Don’t remind me of that time when I said I’d buy an iPhone. I still remember.

I know I trek 1km every day to work from the bus stop, don’t remind me; I know I don’t have a car yet.

Seriously, keep your opinions about me to yourself, I have a full catalogue already.

Don’t remind me, I feel asleep too late, now I’m fatigued.

Everyone in the society is “hammering”.
Instagram pictures here and there displaying flamboyance.

Don’t remind me of my one favorite striped shirt which I wear all the time. Don’t ask me for an explanation, it’s none of your business if it’s the only shirt I have.

Don’t remind me of my lack of a Rolex. I know I don’t even have an ordinary watch now. It’s none of your business if I’d still get one.

I don’t have my favorite Yeezy yet. I don’t care if you think it’s a reflection of my bank account. I don’t owe you an explanation.

Keep your thoughts about me to yourself again. You have enough worry to do. Don’t add mine to your list of worries.

I know I still can’t drop bars like a pro. It still won’t stop me from being a rap fanatic. Oh wait, I don’t owe you any clarification.

Flaunt your cars if you have them, but allow me flaunt my legs in peace

I know time is running out, and I’ve not turned into a Bradley Cooper yet, I know the abs are still hidden. But please, don’t tell me it’s because I have refused to work out.

Allow me bask in the euphoria of my freedom.

Don’t blame me for refusing to succumb to society.
I won’t rush. I won’t struggle.
What’s mine will come to me. Women, wealth, friends. Or I should say “woman” because one would be enough.
But society shrugs. Society says you need plenty women to thrive.

If that will make you thrive, then I’d rather strive.

Please don’t remind me of my failings, I know them already.

To you failings, to me stepping stones.

Stay True!